Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2011 12:14:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Andrew Ingleside
Subject: john (bi, adult friends)
Hi all--haven't written in a while (hope you missed me). Here's another
one out of the "absolutely true" file. In case you missed them, my
previous contributions are:
Gary & Greg--gay, high school (7/6/09)
Joe--gay, adult friends (6/26/09)
Hotel Voyeur-- gay, young friends (late July, early August of `09, I think)
Experimenting--bi-high school (July '09--January '10)
Enjoy! Feedback greatly encouraged!
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John
The thing is, John just has a great cock. It's not that it's huge,
although it's certainly big enough to be entertaining (about 7 1/2 inches),
but there's something about it that's just...attractive. Maybe part of it
is that he keeps his dark pubic hair exceedingly trimmed--there's usually
only a small "crewcut" patch about 1/2 inch right above the shaft, and his
balls are totally always bare, making the whole package look neat and
larger than it actually is. His balls are actually on the small side, but
that doesn't matter to me--and again, that makes his cock appear bigger.
It also has a nice rounded, smooth blunt head. Maybe the best thing about
it is that it gets hard very easily and stays that way for what seems like
an indefinite period of time, which I think is pretty remarkable
considering that we're getting to an age where things aren't maybe quite as
"reliable" as they once were. At least that's the case with me.
Me? Well, I'm a man in my early 50's (as is John), but I must say we both
could pass for a decade younger. My cock is a little bigger than his (a
smidge over 8"), and I have fairly large balls. Following his example, I
have started trimming my pubic hair away from my shaft, and have recently
begun experimenting with the "bare balls" look; although I like the look,
it's a little itchy, and may not be as easy for me since mine are bigger
and my sack looser. In contrast to John, unfortunately, even though I'm
almost always horny my cock doesn't always get hard easily and tends to
deflate pretty quickly when direct stimulation stops.
I guess John and I started having sex about 15 years ago. I was separated
from my wife at the time and seeing a hot redhead (who I later married)
with a very liberal attitude toward sex who didn't mind my videotaping her
masturbating or our sexual encounters. I knew John was a highly sexed
individual also from our many talks (we used to work together and went on a
number of business trips--too bad we didn't start earlier), who enjoyed
nude beaches and was supposedly quite a cocksman. He had even showed me a
picture of himself on a nude beach once (several years before we first had
sex), and I thought at the time that his half-hard cock was pretty nice.
Nothing happened until I had him over to my house one day to smoke some
weed, and after we got a good buzz going I asked him if he wanted to see my
girlfriend (who he had met) in a nude video. He responded with an
enthusiastic yes (big shock), so I popped in the videotape. It started
with her in a t-shirt and shorts, which she then removed to reveal her
bikini. Once in her bikini, she lay on the bed and started rubbing her
crotch erotically. As the camera zoomed in on her prominent mound, I saw
that John was transfixed, and that his hand had moved to his lap. As she
slowly removed her bikini bottoms, revealing her bright red pubic hair and
protruding pussy lips, I heard him try to get some saliva into his mouth,
which had gone dry. She continued to masturbate erotically on screen,
removing her top also, and I felt myself fully hardening in my shorts (as I
always did when watching this video).
At this point I had a decision to make, so I paused the tape. "What did
you do that for?" asked John, his eyes dilated and his breathing rather
heavy. "Well, this is about the time when I come into the movie, and I
want to be sure that it's something you're ok with seeing," I responded. I
was pretty hesitant--despite all of our sexual discussions I had never
gotten any indication of interest in men from him, so his answer was going
to tell me a lot. I had fooled around with a number of my friends in grade
and even into high school, and then had several hot encounters with a buddy
in law school who had a huge cock, so I had a good deal of past experience
in that area, but I had no idea about John. I needn't have worried; "I've
always kind of been interested to see you," he said, so I pushed the start
button and a few moments later about half of my disembodied cock appeared
in a corner of the screen, followed by the rest of me. "A missile!" he
noted, and we both laughed, but I noticed that the hand in his lap was
moving slightly, and the combination of this and the action on the screen
pushed me over; my cock was now protruding out the leg of my shorts, and I
began to rub the bare head, deciding to go for broke.
"Things are getting pretty hard over here--I just might have to do
something about it--do you mind?"
"Not at all--I was thinking the same thing," he said, and started undoing
his belt. I slid my shorts down and he watched with interest as my
erection popped into view, although he had already seen mine on the screen.
I stroked it lightly as he stood to pull his pants and briefs off, and for
the first time I saw his hard cock. And it looked very hard; the head was
totally shiny and the shaft had a slight up angle (mine was always pretty
much straight out). "Oh, very nice, " I had to say as he sat down and
began to stroke it. "I like yours, too," he replied, "May I?" and without
waiting for my answer he reached over to grasp my hard shaft. "Be my
guest," I said, turning slightly in his direction and reaching over to fill
my hand with his smooth, hot cock. I was very excited; it had been well
over 10 years since I had felt someone else's erection, and I had missed
it. I periodically considered going to a video booth with a glory hole,
but was too skittish and concerned about disease.
We moved closer together on the couch, jerking each other off slowly as we
watched my girlfriend and I fuck erotically on screen. This was so cool; I
wasn't sure what to look at--though I had obviously seen the video numerous
times it was my favorite jerkoff fodder so still caught my eye, but right
next to me and in my hand was a very hard and excited cock, with a small
pearl of precome forming at the tip, that was very difficult to ignore.
Figuring that the answer would never be "no" from someone whose cock was
that hard, I asked him "So, would you be up for a little oral stimulation?"
The smile on his face was wide as he said "Absolutely!" and I lowered
myself to the floor in front of the couch, first examining his throbbing
sex from close range. I think the thing I liked most about cocks was one
of the same things I liked about my girlfriend's sexual parts--she had
large inner lips that swelled substantially and flowered open like a lily
when she was turned on--you could visually tell when the person attached to
them was excited, and excited people made me excited in turn. As I've
noted, his cock was very smooth and tan--he obviously had been recently to
a nude beach--with a head not much larger than the shaft, but very shiny
and round (mine is more pointed). I was beside myself with anticipation--I
had forgotten how much I loved this--and I moved in and gave the length of
his shaft a lick, then swabbed up the length over the bulbous head and
twirled my tongue over the top, causing him to moan slightly, before
lowering my whole mouth down as far as I could over his entire sex. That
made him moan, big-time, as I raised and lowered my lips along his
straining shaft, giving the head a couple of butterfly flicks at the top of
the stroke. Just like riding a bike, I thought; you never forget how to do
it. I love the whole hard-but-soft thing about cocks--the head is so firm
yet spongy, and the shaft is so hard but covered with soft smooth skin.
The difference now from my last encounter was that I could fit John's
entire cock into my mouth, from head to base, whereas I couldn't do that
with my buddy from law school--he was just too big. I wrapped my hand
around the base and moved it up and down as I sucked so the whole of his
penis was being stimulated at the same time. His hips bobbed and jerked
while he moaned continuously, and I felt his cock throb strongly just as he
put his hand on my head and stopped me.
"Whoa, too intense--I was about ready to lose it there, and I want to do
you," he said.
I was more than willing to oblige, and I sat down on the couch next to him
as he stood up, his cock barely moving as he did so as it was so hard. A
nice angle, slightly past vertical--I could barely take my eyes off of
it--and as he kneeled down and started sucking me vigorously I reached down
and filled my hand with it, slowly jerking him off as he sucked. The
feelings he was creating in my cock were wonderful--no woman can suck cock
like a guy who enjoys it--and before too long I started to feel the distant
rumblings of a powerful orgasm on the way. Using all my strength I stopped
him.
"Ok, my turn to stop before I come," I said breathlessly, and as he
straightened up I had the nice view of two extremely hard cocks right in
line with each other. Mine was throbbing and red, very ready to come, and
his was so hard the whole thing was shiny--like all the skin was being used
up. I had to get back at it. I got to my knees and took the full length
into my mouth as he stood there, his knees bending a little as they
weakened with the feeling. Not trusting them to hold him up, he moved
slowly back to the couch, my mouth never leaving his penis, and as he sat
down I attacked it with abandon, drooling and slurping down the entire
shaft as I masturbated and sucked him simultaneously. After no more than a
minute his frequent moans became constant, his hips lifted slightly off the
couch, his eyes closed and he said "OOOaaaahhhhhh!" as his cock pulsed and
I was rewarded with a shot of salty come, and then another, another and
another. I wasn't generally a swallower, but it seemed the thing to do at
the time and I found it not altogether unpleasant.
My own penis was rampant after this, and I sat down on the couch next to
him and impatiently but slowly (if that's possible) jerked off while I
waited for him to recover. When he did, and sucked my desperate cock into
his hot, wet mouth, I was coming in no more than half a minute, and it was
one of those that built so gradually as to be almost agonizing, but at the
moment of release was so intense I thought my cock was going to explode. I
must have spurted 5 of 6 shots into his mouth, and he swallowed it all
down. Fucking amazing.
Since then we've had sex dozens of times, even though we've both remarried
and our opportunities to get together have been severely limited as a
result. We've had to improvise; usually at my house or his when the wives
were gone (although kids have even complicated that)-- although once we
jerked each other to spurting orgasms standing up in the laundry room in my
basement when our wives were upstairs--numerous times in his car in a
downtown parking garage, and in a rent-by-the-hour hot tub spa. We've also
played with each other short of orgasm numerous times, sometimes in his car
on the street and even once at a golf tournament when I noticed he wasn't
wearing underwear under his shorts, and I jerked him to full erection
standing in a crowd next to a green. We've also done several videos and
photo sessions that I still regularly jack off to. Being happily married
with an active sex life, I certainly don't consider myself gay, but I'm
unquestionably bisexual, at least with John.
Had to tell you about my most recent experience with John. My wife plays
golf in the summer and then stays out with her friends until a while after
I get home from work, so I have some time to myself about once a week.
When our daughter was younger and away at camp I could guarantee privacy
and John would come over several times a summer for sex. Lately, however,
since my daughter is home from college and no longer goes to camp, I'm
never sure when she's going to be around. Two summers ago when John was
over she was home initially but went to work out and then we immediately
got down to business. In a master stroke of luck, she came home early, the
friend she intended to meet having not shown up, not more than 10 minutes
after we had re-dressed after blowing major loads down each other's
throats.
This past summer we only had one chance to get together, for a number of
reasons, and it had been quite a while since we had last had an opportunity
so I was very anxious. I had always gotten off on doing things I wasn't
supposed to be doing, and sex with John certainly qualified on that
account, so my need was pretty strong by the time the designated day rolled
around. I was wearing just a t-shirt and very baggy shorts with no
underwear, and as John walked in I could clearly see the head of his cock
move underneath his loose tropical pants--he obviously thought similarly.
We had a beer and chatted on the couch in my family room, waiting to see if
my daughter would leave; she was down in the basement watching tv, and the
longer the sound from there continued the more frustrated I got. I got up
to pee and became aware as my cock appeared that I had been about half hard
for several hours, first in anticipation of John's arrival and then with
the thoughts of times past after he got there, also with seeing his cock so
clearly in evidence through his pants.
When I got back to the couch and noted that the tv sounds were continuing,
I decided fuck it--if she was going to stay in the basement there was no
reason we couldn't have a little fun in the family room. As I sat back
down on the couch I pulled my shorts to the side, allowing my now
three-quarter erection to protrude. I wasn't sure how John would react
because he knew as well as I did that my daughter was home, but I needn't
have worried--his eyes widened at the sight of my cock, and with a small
smile he reached over and filled his hand with it, gliding smoothly over
its length. God, I loved this. I was quickly at full erection, and as he
saw this he leaned over then got onto his knees and pulled my cock deeply
into his mouth. I saw stars; the feeling was so intense I almost forgot we
weren't alone in the house. After no more than a minute of full-length
sucking I could already feel the need to come boiling in my groin, but
happened at that moment to look at John's crotch and noticed a full
erection pressing against his loose slacks. I tapped him on the shoulder
and he looked up at me, my swollen cockhead popping free of his lips.
Pointing to his crotch, I noted "Looks like someone else needs some
attention too...". With that he slowly got up and looked around, his thick
cock tenting the front of his pants outrageously, and said "I think I'll
just let it out here for safety's sake, " unzipping his fly and pulling his
turgid sex free. He was very hard, even pointing upward somewhat. His
smooth cock looked hotter than hell sticking out the fly of his off-white
pants. I pulled him toward me and licked along the rounded head, then sank
down along the full length, moving him back and forth with my hands on his
hips, which soon took over the movement on their own. His cock felt so fat
in my mouth, and I relished the softness of the head contrasted with the
hardness of the shaft with each thrust. Soon however his rhythm became
slightly irregular, which I knew from experience indicated the beginning of
his orgasm. He pulled out then, his cock iron hard and shining wetly, and
I took a couple of quick pictures of it to jerk off to later. He tucked
his erection back into his pants--"Gotta be careful, ya know...", he
said--then got back down on his knees and again suctioned my still fully
erect and throbbing penis back into his mouth, resuming his deep thrusts,
accompanied now by his hand following his mouth along the shaft so that my
entire length was being stimulated simultaneously.
At this point I was near frenzy, and after no more than a minute I rolled
forward off the couch into a crouching position and started to quickly
thrust my aching cock into his mouth. I saw him gripping his erection
through his pants, which now had a wet spot over the very apparent location
of his leaking cockhead, but there was no way I could stop this time and as
I felt the rush accumulate in my balls I thrust one final time deeply into
his throat, feeling my cock clench strongly as the come raced up my tube.
I tried with all my strength not to make any noise, but I was partly aware
of making a high-pitched whining as my orgasm continued, pouring sperm into
his throat. If my daughter had appeared right then there was absolutely
nothing I could have done, or would even have wanted to do, about it--my
entire being at that moment was engaged in ejecting all the semen present
in my body as quickly as possible. Fortunately she didn't, and I collapsed
back against the couch, my shrinking cock going back into hiding up the leg
of my shorts. Other than the flushed condition of both of our faces and
the huge bulge in John's pants, nothing looked suspicious. After I had
caught my breath, I knew that I had to do something about that bulge, and I
reached over and stroked its length firmly through John's pants. His hips
instinctively rose up to meet my touch, but when I reached for his fly he
said, "No, it's ok--it's too risky. Plus I don't want to mess up my
pants."
"Oh, no," I insisted, "I have no intention of letting anything mess your
pants, and I'm not letting you out of here with this," I added, giving his
hard cock a squeeze. "I have an idea--follow me." I got up and headed to
the patio door, looking back to see John get up off the couch, his bulge
straight across his hip and not moving at all as he followed me to the
door--if anything, it looked like it got harder as he moved, possibly from
the stimulation of his pants on the sensitive head. We crossed the deck to
the back of the house and then went between the house and a couple of tall
evergreens. In this location we were screened from view from almost
anywhere--I knew, as I had masturbated there on several occasions, as
always seeking the thrill of something I shouldn't be doing. I turned and
faced John, reaching my hand out and cupping his still hard sex, which had
leaked even more fluid into his pants. "If you don't want to mess up your
pants I need to take this out of here," I said, pulling his cock out into
the air. It had a slight but steady stream of precome leaking from the
tip.
I looked up at John, who was looking around furtively, apparently
unconvinced about the safety of the location, but as my mouth pulled his
hard shaft deeply within it I saw his eyes close slightly and his knees
wavered. Taking his lead I gripped the base of his shaft firmly and as my
mouth glided up and down its length my hand followed--which worked as well
on him as it had on me. He put his hand on my shoulder to steady himself
as his hips began to pump in quick short strokes. After no more than 20 of
these I felt the familiar rhythm break that meant he was about to come, and
then he stopped moving entirely as I felt his cock get even harder, the
head increasing noticeably in size, before a strong pulse jerked his organ
upward in my mouth, first dry and then followed by a second accompanied by
a strong spurt of fluid, then another, another, another, and still another
before I felt the head soften slightly. I kept his sex in my mouth
throughout to make good on my guaranty that I'd get nothing on his pants,
and even after I let it out and stroked it back and forth a few times with
my hand I licked up any subsequent emission from his open hole. I pulled
his entire penis back into my mouth for a last time and sucked it dry, now
savoring its more rubbery texture, though still somewhat firm. Like I
said, it's a great cock.